[Kavinsky opened his eyes. Alive. He was alive. He hadn't thought Lynch would do it. He'd thought he'd spend the rest of his existence inside of his head. Never mind how he'd gotten there in the first place; that didn't matter in the end. What mattered was that he was alive. He felt electric, lying there next to Ronan. Spending the rest of eternity inside Ronan's head wouldn't have been too bad, really; he'd felt like he'd had Ronan all to himself.
He pushed himself up onto an elbow, observing Ronan quietly. He knew that look; he'd seen Ronan wake up from dreaming more times than he could count. That in absolutely no way stopped him from rolling over to straddle Ronan, hands on his chest. His cruel mouth curled into a grin, hands creeping up to curl his fingers around Ronan's jaw.]
Don't you fucking regret this.
[He murmured before leaning down to kiss Ronan almost sweetly. Every kiss became less sweet though, more insistent, filthier, as he waited for Ronan to regain control of himself.
Part of the thrill was that Ronan couldn't stop him right now, but the other thrill was being plucked from Ronan's dreams. Clearly, he wanted Kavinsky, didn't he? Ronan was good enough at what he did that he hadn't just made a mistake. And if he had? Too fucking bad. After the things they'd shared in the dreamspace, Kavinsky wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. He took what he wanted or he made it himself.]
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He pushed himself up onto an elbow, observing Ronan quietly. He knew that look; he'd seen Ronan wake up from dreaming more times than he could count. That in absolutely no way stopped him from rolling over to straddle Ronan, hands on his chest. His cruel mouth curled into a grin, hands creeping up to curl his fingers around Ronan's jaw.]
Don't you fucking regret this.
[He murmured before leaning down to kiss Ronan almost sweetly. Every kiss became less sweet though, more insistent, filthier, as he waited for Ronan to regain control of himself.
Part of the thrill was that Ronan couldn't stop him right now, but the other thrill was being plucked from Ronan's dreams. Clearly, he wanted Kavinsky, didn't he? Ronan was good enough at what he did that he hadn't just made a mistake. And if he had? Too fucking bad. After the things they'd shared in the dreamspace, Kavinsky wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. He took what he wanted or he made it himself.]